Club Destiny 1 Conviction (48 page)

Sam felt Logan’s cock stir inside
of her, apparently as affected by the sensual onslaught as she was and he began
to move, his hips grinding, pushing his erection deeper, angled perfectly as he
continued to press against the sensitive tissue, her body igniting as the
visual stimulation, combined with the hard feel of Logan, set her aflame.

“Come for me, damn it!” Luke
ground out the command, as he impaled Cole repeatedly, harder, faster, then
reached around grabbing hold of Cole’s cock and stroking in time with the
pounding.

Cole howled out his release, a
deep, sensual cry interrupting the otherwise heated silence, while Luke thrust
deeper, once, twice, then he followed Cole over, leaning forward and clamping
his mouth on the other man’s shoulder as he groaned out his release.

Sam sat up, still astride Logan,
still taking him deep inside of her. She locked her gaze with his, seeing the
possessive need, the same hunger she had seen on Luke’s face as he buried
himself deep inside of Cole’s body.

A hot coal of desire bloomed
deep, spreading out through her core, and she exploded around Logan’s cock, her
fingers biting into his chest, her legs gripping his hips as the room dimmed in
her vision, bright sparks erupting behind her eyelids before everything went
dark.

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Logan sat at his kitchen table,
glancing through emails, sipping the strong coffee he’d made only a few minutes
earlier. He hadn’t been awake for long, but he couldn’t lie in his bed alone
any longer.

It had been two full days since
he and Sam had spent the night at Luke’s house. They’d somehow managed to make
it in to work the next day, but today, he’d opted to stay home. Unable to even
come up with an excuse, he’d simply told Xavier where he could reach him if
needed.

Since that night, Logan had felt
a strange feeling deep in his chest, and he was positively certain he wasn’t
having a heart attack. No, this wasn’t in any way related to his health, though
it had everything to do with how he was feeling. All of the aches and longing
were because of Sam.

He loved her, though the one word
didn’t seem a deft enough description of his true feelings. Until that night,
until he’d watched his wanton woman come apart in his arms in so many ways, he
hadn’t realized the depth of his feelings. He had openly admitted his love for
her, telling her repeatedly over the last two days, his pulse beating faster
every time she offered the same declaration. Though she was telling him, Logan
could feel her trying to pull away, and he needed to figure out what the hell
to do about it.

For two days, she’d convinced him
to give her some space, and she’d slept at her apartment while he spent the
nights alone in his bed. Something was going to have to change, but for the
life of him, Logan didn’t know what to do about it.

They had slept at Luke’s that
night after Logan had carried her to one of his spare guest rooms. He had held
her soft, sweet body against him through the night, and she’d slept so
peacefully, he’d hated to wake her. After a few measly hours, knowing they had
to go to work, Logan had had no choice.

Luke took them back to Logan’s,
and after quick showers, Logan drove them into work. She’d spent the day going
through the formal transition from XTX to CISS, while he had been buried in
back to back meetings.

That evening, when he had stopped
by her office to see if she was ready, Logan learned that she had already
gotten a ride home. When he called to check on her, she’d told him she was too
tired and was heading to bed. He figured she needed some time to think through
all of the things they had done, all of the things she had seen, and all of the
overwhelming feelings they’d all been exposed to.

Speaking of feelings… Logan made
a mental note to call Luke because his brother had gone AWOL.

Not that Luke’s disappearing was
uncommon, he liked to get away from the daily grind, and he didn’t generally check
in with Logan, but when he didn’t answer his phone the few times Logan had
tried in the last two days, he was sure something was going on. Which, if he
did get a hold of him, Luke would likely tell him the same thing Sam did, he
needed time to think.

Bullshit.

What they needed was to sit
around and find a way to talk themselves out of what they felt. Tell themselves
that what they did and what they felt didn’t mean a damn thing. That’s what
they would be doing, and Logan wasn’t on board with that plan.

Lowering your inhibitions and
having an open mind didn’t mean you couldn’t live your life like normal people.
It only meant that you knew who you were and what you wanted.

Nothing wrong with that.

Slamming the laptop lid closed,
Logan stormed out of the kitchen. He was beginning to get irritated, and the
last thing he needed to do was take it out on some unsuspecting person.
Instead, he chose to take a shower, try to clear his mind and figure out just
what the hell he was supposed to do now.

~*~*~

Sam called Alex to let him know
she would be taking the day off. She had something she had to do, and it could
no longer wait. He was understanding and didn’t question her, which she
appreciated. Not that it would have mattered if he had, Sam wasn’t sure she could
have explained anything to her new employer anyway. To make sure she covered
all of her bases, she also called Xavier to let him know she wouldn’t be in the
office.

“Well, that’s very interesting.”
Xavier stated, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Sam didn’t know whether she
should question him or just let it be. In the end, her curiosity got the better
of her. “What’s interesting?”

“Logan called in today, letting
me know he would be working from home. Does that have anything to do with why
you’re calling to let me know you won’t be here?”

Sam felt the heat creep up her
neck, grateful that Xavier couldn’t see her reaction. “Actually, no.” Which was
the truth. She hadn’t talked to Logan yet today, so she didn’t even know where
he was. But, part of her agenda did include sitting down and talking to him.

“Right. Well, have a terrific
day, Ms. Kielty.” Xavier laughed a deep, fulfilling laugh and the phone
disconnected.

For about half a second, she
wondered if she should rethink her plan and just head into the office. It was
still early, just a few minutes after eight.

No. She had to do this. Now that
she knew exactly where to find Logan, it made things easier anyway. Already
dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, Sam grabbed her purse and keys and took off out
the door. No reason to put off the inevitable.

On her way to Logan’s, her mind
exploded with the same things she’d spent two days thinking about. Some of them
involved Luke and Cole; some involved only her feelings about the situation.
Which was why she needed to talk to Logan.

For two days she had managed to
avoid him for the most part, and in turn, Sam had come to terms with everything
she’d been worried about for too long. After the happy hour and Logan’s brief
speech, Sam knew in her heart of hearts, exactly how she felt about him. The
fact that she shared a bed with him, and his brother from time to time didn’t
change that.

Sure, she was still in awe of her
own reactions. She’d never considered herself a sexual person, but the heat
they managed to draw out of her was potent. Undeniable.

Pulling into the driveway at
Logan’s, she left her purse but grabbed the keys from the ignition. Since she
couldn’t see his vehicles in the closed garages, she wasn’t sure if he was even
home, but she was going to try. After ringing the doorbell twice and not
getting an answer, her hope faded. Then she remembered she had a spare key that
he had given her, his way of telling her that he wanted more, according to him.

After turning the key in the
lock, she pushed the door open, but didn’t hear a sound. Apparently he wasn’t
home, and since she’d run out of her apartment without grabbing her cell phone,
she had no way of calling him, unless she used his phone.

Making her way to the kitchen,
she saw his laptop was on the counter, but he was nowhere in sight. A quick
glance at the bar told her the handset to his cordless phone was missing, so
she headed for his bedroom where he generally kept it.

Once she stepped into his room,
she heard the unmistakable sound of his shower. Sneaking toward the bathroom,
she could clearly see his form through the reflection in the mirror. What she
saw took her breath away.

Logan was standing in the shower,
his hands braced against the wall, his head hanging between his arms and the
water sluicing over his naked form. The man was a masterpiece, hard muscle and
sinew making up his powerful form, but the way he stood, he looked vulnerable.

Instead of announcing her
presence like she probably should have, wanting to have this conversation on
neutral ground, rather than in the one place that she still had memories of.
Those memories scorched her, making her want things.

No, instead of doing the safe,
logical thing, Sam disrobed quickly and silently walked in. Since there were no
doors, there was nothing to announce her presence, so she slowly walked up
behind him, and placed her hands on his back. He didn’t jump as she expected,
but his sharp intake of breath told her that he knew who was there, and he
didn’t have a problem with her being there.

Unable to say a word, her heart
in her throat, Sam placed her mouth along the hard column of his spine, kissing
lightly as water poured over them both. He was so beautiful, so intensely
masculine, so incredibly sexy he stole her breath. She wondered if she would ever
tire of looking at him.

“Samantha.” The word was said so
quietly, Sam wondered if she had imagined it.

But when he turned, pulling her
against him in the most tender embrace she had ever known, she knew she hadn’t.
The swirl of emotions in his eyes took her breath, there was the expected
passion, but there was something more. Something she had known for a while, the
same thing she felt bubbling through her veins.

“God, baby, I missed you.” Logan
pressed his mouth to hers, his kiss the most remarkable thing she had ever
felt. The way he cupped her face, stared into her eyes and pressed his lips to
hers, Sam was overwhelmed with feeling. This time, it wasn’t only need; it was
something so much more than that.

Having thought she had known love
before, Sam realized she had been totally oblivious. She had never known a love
like this. Never felt this all-consuming need to be with someone, to hold him,
to make love to him, and to spend every waking moment with him. Until Logan.

He had given that to her.

He had the courage to show her
what she wanted, to let her explore desires she hadn’t known existed. And above
all else, he had stood by her to make sure she came out of it in one piece.

As he backed her against the
wall, Sam stared deep into his eyes, trying to read his expression, trying to
understand what he was feeling, and trying to infuse him with the overwhelming
love she felt for him.

He didn’t break the eye contact,
and he didn’t kiss her. He lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall as
he held her tight, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her arms
around his neck.

“I need to love you, Sam.”
Logan’s voice sounded tortured, needy. “Let me love you.”

He broke her heart with his
words, and she wanted him to love her. More than with just his body. But, for
now, she would take this.

Logan shifted, sliding inside of
her, taking his time, pressing deep. Sam’s breath caught in her throat, her
body adjusting to his size, his hard length, the invariable strength and power
she felt emanating from him.

Oh how she loved this man. Sam
could stand to feel his arms wrapped around her every morning, his sweet kiss
every night.

When his eyes averted her for the
first time, Sam cupped his jaw with her hands, lifting his head to look at her.
As he held her against the wall, they came nearly eye to eye, his body buried
deep inside her while he stroked her slowly, gently even, bringing her to a
fever pitch. But not only was the feel of him as he stroked nerve endings
inside of her sending her higher, the love she felt for him nearly overwhelmed
her, almost an out of body experience.

“I love you.” Sam whispered as
the water poured down over them, the soft, black hair on his chest abraded her
sensitive nipples. He pulled back, thrust harder. “Only you.” She was moaning
now, barely able to speak as he began a sensual onslaught, his hips thrusting
harder, but still maintaining the slow pace. “Always you.”

His penetrating gaze turned
darker, the brown, tinged with green turning the color of storm clouds, seeing
right through to the core of her. “Tell me you love me, Logan.” Sam whispered,
still cupping his jaw, keeping them grounded in the moment as he plunged deeper
inside of her body, sending her to new heights.

“Only you, baby. I love you.” He
ground out, his body hardening even more than before, a sure sign of his
impending release.